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Mosaic Mar 2015
My elbow pops
Like the way the word
Snap dragon sounds

My freckles aren't constellations
They're reminders that I am not
Dark and ancient
Like my ******* father

My hair
FRIZZY
Like a pumpkin on fire

Voice
So sweet it makes me sick
And now all my teeth have fallen out

My throat swollen
A cave with an avalanche stuck inside
Dead bats
And stalactites like toothpicks
I don't need

Nails
Like tree bark
Hollow in all the right places

Scars
Like a record
Of the way I hurt myself
Put it on Repeat
Till it scratches

Cheeks like high school
Like humiliation
With four eyes perching
Not lucky clovers

And eyes glued on
With one glued on wrong

And knees that I'm constantly falling down on
Mosaic Mar 2015
Mom
My memories run stale
Just like your ciggarettes
Mosaic Mar 2015
You are like spam.
Tasty, easy to digest, but eventually you get sick of it. And you go vegetarian. @βέƦẙḽ Dṏṽ the ******* Rabbi
Mosaic Mar 2015
My mother stands with an axe
In front of my sister's door
As if she can chop
                            down her defiance
like a tree

It's late
Home is somewhere before memories
and after a tomorrow that'll never come
And now I'm climbing over a fence
That's gutting me like a fish
With dogs in the distance waiting their turn
                        
                        Flashlights Swirling
like carousels
But there is no childhood
These are just train tracks
And home is something I'll never know
Mosaic Mar 2015
I'm really good at stepping on my toes.
Mosaic Mar 2015
The sky looks healthy today.
Mosaic Mar 2015
There is a man with a TV head
And he is screaming
But no one can hear
Because he's on mute
This is a repost of my first poem on HP two years ago.
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